Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Home Until

There are some roads that I need not think too much,  past the first turn
And at the end of what I once called home there is now a precipice
But heaven has not shut the door and I no longer shake my fist
To see it all so quietly, just think, you were mad because of this
I understood, but not really
I loved, but I could not
I had a friend, but I wasn't
I was noble, or so I thought
Why is it the curse of youth to pretend at being wise
Ungrateful for the gifts God sends, all these blessed lives
Because if the house were sold tomorrow, and the occupants all went away
Then the road was only temporary, and home is another day

Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke

I lived with the Robinson family as a young man, and they took in and loved an often ungrateful and rebellious teen. They provided me with shelter, food and a father figure in Howard that I had not previously had. It was a strange concept for me, growing up with a single mom, but there I was, watching a man go to work, help me with my car, and trying to give me advice on life. I have often regretted not listening, but I have never regretted the time I spent there, and they have always been home to me, and now at 42, I can say with all sincerity, thank you, I am truly grateful. I will miss you Howard, for a little while.


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